Life or something like it.

It's been approximately three and weeks since I officially entered the real world - I got my first "real" job, that requires I show up everyday (not just when I'm rostered on), and pays me a salary I don't sneer at.

I'm exhausted all the time. But weekends seem so much more shiny and new.

I'm still not sure this is for me. What I wouldn't give to live the good life of being paid mega-bucks to be awesome, and not much else.

I'll keep dreaming. It keeps me sane.